#MIA DOLAN : face.

[diviinus]

 ❝  𝖳𝖮 𝖤𝖫𝖴𝖣𝖤 𝖠 𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖬, 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖢𝖠𝖭 𝖤𝖨𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖠𝖨𝖫 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖮 𝖨𝖳 𝖮𝖱 𝖠𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖣 𝖨𝖳. 𝖡𝖴𝖳 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖳 𝖭𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖠𝖶𝖠𝖨𝖳 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦. ❞

𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸dossier : baela velaryon  ›› lady of driftmark ›› abbie hern .

❛❛   aesthetic .  ❜❜   ―   ◜   . ―     teals  and  blues  of  rolling  waves,  eyes  of  amethysts,  sea  scales  and  shells  against  white  sand,  light  fog  hanging  over  castle  roofs,   beautifully willful  she’s  the  kind  of  girl  who  would  kiss  monsters  instead  of  running  away  from  them  . ⸻   .

introducing... 𝘣𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘢 velaryon .

BAELA /basics :

age: twenty and seven   gender:  cisfemale,  she/her orientation:  heterosexual religion:  faith  of  the  seven   marital  status:  single loyalty:  house  velaryon

BAELA / parallels :

eliza  hamilton  (  hamilton  )  ,  margaery  tyrell  (    got  )  ,  dasiy  fuller  (  the  curious  case  of  benjamin  button  )  ,  bonnie  bennett  (  tvd  )  ,    mia  dolan  (  la  la  land  )  ,  jasmine  (  aladdin  )    ,  padme  amidala  (  star  wars:  revenge  of  the  sith  )  ,    lady  jessica  (  dune  )

BAELA / family :

father:  velaryon,  vaemon  ›   65   ›   ruling  lord  of  driftmark,  lord  of  the  tides   ›   npc. mother:  targaryen,  daenys  ›   59   ›   wife  of  the  ruling  lord,  sister  to  the  king,  princess  of  westeros   ›   npc. siblings:  lord    corlys velaryon,    34,    first child of    the    ruling    lord,       *     lady utp velaryon,    30+,    second child    of    the    ruling    lord. significant  relationships:    tbd

THE OLD, THE TRUE, THE BRAVE .

you are baela velaryon, the youngest of three, but no one could ever mistake you for a shadow lingering in your siblings' wake. you carry the wild heart of driftmark within you, unrestrained by the weight of the eldest's responsibility, free to carve your own path. they speak of your valor, your sharp mind honed by duty, but what they do not know is how the sea calls to you, how the night stirs your soul.

when the world sleeps, you take to the skies, your dragon’s wings cutting through the dark as you dance with the moon, a fleeting silhouette against the silver clouds. the cool air rushes past your face, the wind a familiar lover, the stars your only witnesses. but you are not just wild. you are not just the untamable girl who flies into the night. you have a taste for beauty, for the elegance expected of a lady of your station. you know the feel of silk against your skin, the weight of fine gowns draping over your shoulders, and the way they look as you step into a room, every eye drawn to you.

but there is more to you than the gowns and jewels, more than the finery you wear like armor. underneath, there is a fire. it burns hot, but you do not let it rule you. you are not reckless, no matter how the whispers in the court might claim otherwise. you understand the game, and you play it well, using your cleverness to your advantage, always one step ahead. the impulsive spark that they see in you is tempered by something deeper—calculated will. you may fly into the night, but you never lose sight of where you are going.

you’ve been raised among dragons, and in your heart, you are one. they have shaped you—your fierceness, your loyalty to your house. but you know when to unleash the fire, and when to let it smolder, waiting for the perfect moment. you are baela velaryon, a force of nature, neither foolish nor fragile, but sharp as the sea’s edge.

 you are a woman of the waves and skies, of beauty and strength. the pretty things they expect you to care for, you do—because you know their worth. you know how to wield them, just as you know how to wield the fire within you. the court may try to tame you, to mold you into something more obedient, more like the other ladies of king’s landing. but they forget that you are not just any lady.

you are  the storm that no one can control. you walk among them with grace and silk, but your heart beats with dragon’s blood and salt water. you are the tide. and the tide does not follow. the tide leads.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

—    thick  as  thieve    :  a  close  friendship  that  was  born  the sometimes  you  just  want  to  have  a  little  fun--and  these  two  got  up  to  all  sorts  of  mischief.   —    forbidden  romance:      it  is  a  match  she  shows  that  would  never  be  approved  by  his  father,  but  he  had  helped  her  through  the  hardest  part  of  her  life.  became  a  true  friend  and  even  with  the  distance  that  care  grew.  stolen  touches  in  the  ballroom,  longing  glances  and  stolen  kisses  have  only  added  fuel  to  the  fire.  but  he  is  betrothed  to  someone  else  now  and   she can't help her feelings .  even  if  it  is  all  envain.   —  sailing  buddies:  she  loves  to  be  out  on  the  ocean,  living  in  driftmark  for  so  long  she  has  grown  accustomed  to  the  scent  of  water  and  salt  in  the  air.  and  while  perhaps  a  little  unseemly  that  a  lady  steer  a  ship  ,  she  is  quite  capable  and  has  even  taught  her  sailing  companion  a  few  things  or  too.  just  a  little  escape  along  the  coast--  whenever  life  becomes  a  little  hard  to  bear...  the  lady  of  the  sea  welcomes  and  embraces  them.

[lovehurried]

TAG DROP  •  Mia Dolan (1/2)

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[bellarkeselection]

Young Country Love

Gif by @stilinski-ortiz-dolan

Part 22

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It's been exactly 7 months since the attack on my family. 4 months since Beth and Rip's wedding and 5 months since mine and Kayce's. Pulling one of Kayce's sweatshirts over my head I grab my brown hat slipping on blue jeans and a pair of brown boots. Jimmy's supposed to be visiting the ranch today to spend some time with me. I've always considered him like a brother to me since I was born an only child. Coming down the stairs I see Kayce feeding the twins in the kitchen. "Morning baby. I'll take that." He kisses my cheek stealing my hat and putting it on instead. I shake my head with a grin wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him slowly, my freehand snatched it back for me to feel him chuckle against my lips. "Never change Y/n Dutton." Breaking the kiss I head outside to the porch chuckling back to him. "Don't you plan on it either Kayce John." Exiting the front door but halt in my steps seeing Jimmy and his ex Mia standing on the ground staring at me. "Jimmy - Mia, what's going on here?" She'd left the ranch after brawling with his fiancée in the Bunkhouse months ago.

"What is going on here is I want him to dump her and get back together with me!" Mia suddenly just started shouting arms thrown up in the air. I slowly walk down the stairs to be on the ground with the ex couple. "Mia, he's engaged to someone else..." She cuts me off aiming a finger at me. "It worked with you and the farmers son, Kayce. You used to be together then he left and you got back together. Why can't they be between us baby." She bats her eyelashes at Jimmy who eyes me messing with his hat. "Y/n right. I already found the one I love." Mia huffed bringing her right hand back behind her head as a fist swinging for my face. "Maybe Y/n would love my fist in her face!" I duck underneath her fist and grab her other fist that tries to punch me in the gut. My husband's a ex navy seal. He taught me how to fight. I form a fist when she elbows me in the rib making me groan so I punch her in the chest. Mia tackled me into the dirt hitting me as Jimmy tried pulling us apart but I rolled her on her chest shoving her face in the dirt. "He's over you. I suggest you leave this ranch before I make you Mia!"

Getting to my feet she yanks my hair kicking me harshly so I fall to the ground as the front door opens for Kayce to storm out onto the porch. "What the hell!" Mia grabs my shoulders spinning us around still holding my hair until I grab her forearm throwing her over my shoulder. "Jimmy help me separate them!" Jimmy grabs me by the waist and Kayce gets a hold of Mia after I punched her right under her nose making her get a nose bleed. "Let me go you little bitch!" Mia cursed struggling against my husband's strength. Wiping away blood from my mouth I see Rip's horse galloping up towards her that he angrily dismounted seeing what's happening before him. "Kayce release her. I'll handle it." He does for Rip to grab Mia by the shirt dragging her to her truck. Opening the driver door throwing her inside, threatening her sternly. "Listen to me very closely Mia. You leave now or you'll never leave!" He slammed the car door walking over to the three of us hearing her car sped off the Dutton Ranch.

Kayce gentle lifts my face examining a bruise near my left eye and I can definitely feel bruising in some of my ribs. Jimmy removes his hat looking sad. "Y/n, I'm sorry for you getting hurt." Turning my head from my husband I pull out of his embrace hugging my friend wincing a little and he slowly hugs back. "It's okay Jimmy. Mia needed someone to kick her ass." He simply nods offering dinner later. "I owe you and your family dinner later tonight." Kayce rests a hand on my lower back helping me up the stairs to check my injuries. "Yes you sure do. We'll be back in a few minutes." He leads me to our bedroom having me sit on the bathroom toilet. He digs around for the medical kit getting a cloth to clean the blood. "Seems familiar huh, just reversed roles right Kayce?" I winced a little as he lifts my shirt up eyeing my chest. "How bad is it?" He gently pulled my shirt back down brushing hair from my eyes. "It just seems to be some light bruising but we should take you to the hospital if it doesn't get better in a couple days. Make sure nothings broken. Go shower I'll be down in the barn."

He started to leave until I call out to him he looked over his shoulder at me. "Why don't you join me, Kayc?" His brown eyes watching me pull my shirt over my head stepping up to him. He sucks in a breath in his throat, a look of desire in those eyes. Wrapping my arms around his neck I lean up pressing my lips to his slowly and he kisses back. He deepens it tugging me against his hooking his fingers in the belt loop of my jeans until he mumbled against my lips. "Don't worry about the kids. Dad's watching the twins and Bree is hanging with Carter in the barn." He broke the kiss to remove his shirt then crashing his lips against mine. He picks me up never breaking the kiss while closing the door with his foot. I broke the kiss watching his eye staring at the bruising worried about hurting me, along with me still being weak from birthing the twins. "Kayce, you won't hurt me. You have never physically hurt me." I voiced getting him to look me in the eye. He simply nods turning on the water and helping me inside after ditching our clothes. He pressed my back against the wall moaning when I crash my lips onto his jumping up into his arms and you can figure out the rest....

Bree's Pov

"Have you ever thought of what you want to be when you grow up?" I question to my friend or should I say crush Carter as I brush my horses coat watching him clean the stalls of my family's barn. I'm not really sure what drew me to develop a crush on the curly haired boy. Maybe it was because he's like my Uncle Rip, like bad boy vibe to him. I know my dad isn't really comfortable with me liking boys just yet. He's obviously gonna be overprotective like my Uncle Rip. "I figured out what I want to be actually, Bree." Laying my head in the palms of my hands curiosity written on my face. "What is it, Cart?" He stops his work looking at me then out to where my grandpa John riding out on his horse towards the green fields. "I want to be him." He points out to him as I climbed over the stall door hearing Holly make a nose back at me. "My grandfather, that's so cool."

Carter weakly smiled putting his broom up against the wall putting his hands in his jacket pockets looking at me. Picking up my cowgirl hat from the wall hook I put it on my head hearing him ask me. "What about you?" I bit my lip not sure what to tell him. I don't think I'll ever leave this place, it's my home. My mother and father aren't ever planning on leaving the ranch neither are my aunt Beth and uncle Rip. "I don't know really. Tell me if this sounds cheesy or lame but a cowgirl." Carter comes to lean his back against the wall beside me. Glancing his direction tipping my hat up since he's a little taller than I am. "It doesn't sound lame at all. We could keep this place going the two of us."

I feel my cheeks turn a light red seeing we're closer than I first expected. Uncle Rip has been teaching him ranch stuff and I've been learning from my parents. His eyes catch something hanging from my pocket. "What's in your pocket, B?" Pulling it from my pocket I show him two matching bracelets of rope with a gold clip on them. "A bracelet. I don't have anyone else to talk to except my siblings and you. So, I thought I'd make something for you..." Glancing to my boots my check turned red more catching onto him calling me B as a nickname. He touched my hand putting the bracelet on his right hand, lightly blushing at the small item. "Thank you, Bree." Whipping my head up I smiled seeing his eyes are locked on mine. Our faces closer than they were a few seconds ago.

"Bree, have you ever had feelings for anyone?" He asked slowly watching me shake my head yes so he asked another question taking a step closer to me. "Who was it?" Staring at my hands instead of his eyes I mumbled out. "You...would you care if I kissed you?" I closed my eyes thinking he'll curse and say I'm stupid but I felt his hands intertwining with mine. Squinting my eyes open I lean forward pressing my lips to his slowly and at first he doesn't kiss back. I started to pull back until I felt him actually kiss back. He squeezes my hands breaking the gap between our bodies his hands on my sides. My hands wrapped around his neck deepening our first kiss until my father's voice entered the room.

"Oh I didn't approve of this." Carter and I separated blushing mad seeing both my mother and father standing in the doorway of the barn. My mother smiled brighter seeing bracelets on our arms. "Kayce, she'll be fine. It was just a kiss." Dad looked at her raising a brow at her that says more than what he voiced. My mother nudged him a little with her elbow. "We'll I think it's cute. You and Carter sweetheart right Kayce..." Dad sighs fumbling with his black cowboy hat shrugging his shoulders, showing a slight smile. "It's cute. Just don't get her pregnant early and we'll be fine kid." Carter nodded with a grin watching me race to my father's arms smiling. "Thanks daddy." He ruffled my hair hugging me back. "You're welcome little B. I just wish you weren't growing up so fast because I'm sure not ready for it yet." Mom lays her head against his arm taking his hand in hers. "Name one parent who's ever been ready, Kayce."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[ballwaltz]

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The Rocky Horror Picture Show

La La Land

Sweeney Todd

Les Mis

Funny Face

Hamilton

Amélie

Grease

Beauty and The Beast

Alice in Wonderland

Chicago

The Wizard of Oz

The little mermaid

Snow white

[anusha-swritings]

Helpless G.D. Chapter 15

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Warnings: none

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I sighed sitting down on my bed, my thumb hovering over the send button. I was about to ask Emily if she wanted to come over, to talk. “Hey, Emily! I heard you just moved in down the street for me, and I was wondering if you wanted to come over? I need to talk to you. It’s important.” I read the text out to myself. I sighed hitting the send button. It’s now or never I guess.

A couple of minutes later I saw that the text was left on read. I sighed she probably thinks it’s some sort of prank. I messaged her again. I swear it’s not a prank and I’m not gonna hurt you, I just want to talk. Come over to my house at 3 pm tomorrow. 

I saw the message was left on read again. I sighed, Emily was a girl I used to bully, I decided trying to make amends with her was my chance to redeem myself. I decided to eat lunch with my mom, watch TVD and just go to sleep.

After lunch I got a few text alerts on my phone, when I checked it I saw a  message from Grayson.  

Hey! I’m sorry I’ve been MIA yesterday and today, I’ve been busy filming with my brother!  Anyway how are you?

I smiled. He was so cute, he’s been texting me every morning and evening when he wakes up and goes to sleep, whether or not I respond he wants to make sure I’m okay.

I’m good, and it’s okay I’ve been really busy too. Had another therapy session today.

If you don’t mind me asking, how did it go?

Pretty good. Alexis gave me homework haha?

Oh? Need help? Haah

From a high school dropout? No thanks!

JK JK It’s not that kind of homework. I have to make amends with an old acquaintance, someone who I bullied in the dark days. 

Have you found someone yet?

Yeah, this girl Emily Swanson. She just moved in down the street.

That’s cool! LMK if you need any help. 

I think I wanna wait before I introduce you...I don’t want her to think I’m buying her off with my famous friends like Rylie did...sorry

That’s no problem! I understand. But I’d be glad to explain to her that when we met I had no idea who we were and anything else she needs to accept that it’s not like that. If you’re willing to let us meet, ofc.

Thank you! I hope if everything goes well, if it does I’d love for you to meet! 

Thanks for trusting me, I know it’s hard and I’m here for anything you need, Including double texting! Ahha

The fact that you even noticed makes you a simp Dolan!

Woah! Brave are we!

In any situation but real 100%

LMAO

Anyway it’s late and I gotta get ready to talk to Emily tomorrow. Goodnight!

Goodnight! Sleep well and LMK how it goes tomorrow.

I will thank you!

I turned off the Tv and went upstairs and after I washed my face, I went to bed.

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[deluxedolans]

Make it Nasty

Make it Nasty (G.D.)

Description: Make it Nasty was your song; and Grayson Dolan would be damned if he made it through that party without dancing with you.

A/N: This fic is written in connection to this blurb. I also just realized that in the last fic Grayson doesn’t like to dance, but in this fic he does--we love inconsistency, don’t we sisters?

Word Count: 4.5k+

“Did you bring that handle of Fireball up from the basement? You know she loves that shit,” Grayson asks as he breaks open a fresh package of solo cups, distributing them around the counter.

Ethan rolls his eyes, “Yes I did, but you know the Fireball isn’t just for Y/N, right? There’s other people who are gonna be at this party too, other girls--.”

“No shit, Sherlock, but it’s her favorite and she told me on Wednesday she was trying to get wasted this weekend, so.”

“I talked to Maddie, though, and she said her and Y/N might hit up Theta Chi’s party down the street, so she might not even be here, Gray.” Ethan knows that his younger brother was whipped for you no matter how hard he tried to deny it, and it was especially painfully obvious last weekend when Grayson caught you kissing someone else and ended up punching a hole in the wall.

Grayson shakes his head, his heart clenching slightly at Ethan’s words, “She’ll be here, bro.” Ethan shrugs before adjusting his snapback, arranging the solo cups for the beer pong table.

“Whatever you say, Gray.”

Grayson huffs out a breath before walking up the stairs to get ready, music beginning to bump throughout the house as his frat brothers prepare to pregame.

 In spite of the reputation that Grayson has as the make-out king of his fraternity it was all in desperation to get the attention of his longtime crush, Y/N. Grayson typically would look for random girls throughout the night to hook up with, reeling them in with an invitation to dance and an easy smirk, most girls giving in immediately. Grayson knows his methods to get your attention were childish, something which Ethan tells him regularly, however, Grayson could not bring himself to ask you out for fear of rejection, especially when you had declined his invitation to hang out in his room at a party a few weeks prior, leaving his ego dented and his confidence shaken. So, as a result, Grayson would do his best to do anything at a party to get your attention, whether it was in a negative way or a postive way, leading him to often seek out other girls in your sorority to use in an effort to pull your gaze his way.

One of the main things that Grayson can count on, though, was at least one dance at every party without fail. As soon as the beginning beats of Make It Nasty by Tyga would bump throughout the speakers, the two of you would leave whoever you were talking to mid-conversation, ditch whoever you were dancing with mid-grind, or sprint out of the bathroom to find one another.

Grayson remembers when he first met you freshmen year when he was pledging for Sigma Pi, your hair wild and your eyes bright as you took in the scene of your first frat party. As a pledge, naturally, until Grayson was fully inducted to the fraternity he had to suffer at the hands of the upperclassmen of Sigma Pi, one of the ways that they tortured the pledeges being that all pledges had to remain sober for parties. Grayson was on day three of a Sigma Pi party binge in the middle of Halloweek, and a lack of sleep, sanity, and confidence were apparent from the dark circles painted underneath his eyes in addition to his slow shuffle as he practically dragged himself across the floor.

In a last minute costume, Grayson dressed up as a baseball player, borrowing one of his frat brothers jerseys and leaving it unbuttoned, and painting two black stripes underneath each of his eyes so it could at least look like he made some sort of effort. Additionally, in an attempt to hide his messy, unstyled hair he threw a baseball cap atop his head, his unruly, floppy hair hidden beneath the accessory. 

Grayson remembered returning from the downstairs bathroom after he had spent the past twenty minutes cleaning up, Alex treasurer of Sigma Pi’s, vomit out of the bathtub, his back aching from leaning over the porcelain and his jaw sore from clenching it in annoyance. Ethan was nowhere to be found, and all of Grayson’s pledge friends were MIA, most likely being subjected to some sort of hazing by upperclassmen who hadn’t found a girl to claim for the night yet.

Grayson walked into the living room where the sound system was set up, surveying the room for at least one person he recognized. He spotted Ava from his Philosophy class, but she was busy practically dry humping her boyfriend, who in true Drew Mason fashion, was looking around the room for other girls he could score in light of the loyal lady in front of him. Grayson shook his head, and turned on his heel to move out of the way when he saw you. Your hair was loose and free, framing your face like that of an angel freed from heaven. The body glitter that decorated your body reflected magnificently underneath the colored strobe lights, accenting your soft, soft skin and stunning curves. The short, white dress you wore fit your body like a glove, the leaf crown adorning your head confirming his suspicions that you were in fact a Greek goddess that just happened to stumble into a dirty frat house. You were busy talking with a boy whose eyes were practically shut in a drunken haze, a wide smile decorating your face as you told some story, your hands waving animatedly as you spoke. The more you started to get into the story, the more your hands moved, indicating your excitement and passion for whatever it was that you were detailing. 

You were positively enamoring, and Grayson Dolan could not take his eyes off you.

Eventually, the boy either got sick of you talking, or felt his drunken needs overwhelm his manners as he immediately reached around the small of your back and pulled you closer, a small smile gracing his face. You frowned a bit at his actions, your small hands pressing against his chest as you politely tried to reject his intimacy. However, the boy ignored the clear signals you were sending him, his hand sliding down from the small of your back to your ass, squeezing it in his grasp. Your mouth fell open, your palms colliding with his chest a little more firmly in an effort to establish some separation between the two of you, your polite nature overriding the anger you felt in spite of the guy’s aggression. Grayson could see you stuttering nervously from across the room, your crown slipping a bit from your head, the more you struggled to get away, and the tighter the man tried to keep you pressed to him. As soon as the douchebag tried to slip his hand up your dress and your eyes widened in terror was the moment Grayson decided to stop being a pussy as he cut through the crowd, bumping shoulders with anyone in his path. He wasn’t sure why he was so enthralled with someone who he hadn’t even spoken with, and he wasn’t sure what he was gonna say to you or the guy when he got to the two of you, but Grayson was sure that you were not okay, and it was ingrained within him from a young age to do the right thing, and this very much seemed like the right thing to do.

Once Grayson caught your eye when he was a few feet away from you, your eyes grew large in panic and Grayson’s heart broke, as you probably thought that he was this asshole’s friend there to help him out.

As soon as Grayson got to you, he hesitated for a brief moment as he thought of what to say to defend the mystery angel’s honor. Grayson could feel his heart jump into his throat at the thought of soberly confronting the situation at hand;  his game with girls mediocre at best on a good day, let alone with a very beefy, drunk, and aggressive upperclassmen thrown into the mix.

So like any dude in a pickle, Grayson did the only logical thing he could think of to do. He lied. 

“Hey, Stella, where you been? I’ve been looking for you for the past half an hour! You good?” Grayson wore a tight lipped smile as he clenched his fists in distress and rage.

“Stella? Who the fuck is Stella?” The guy finally opened his eyes for possibly the first time that night at Grayson’s greeting, eyes narrowing at the stranger encroaching in on his broad for the evening.

Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at first, cocking to your head to the side at Grayson’s words.

Grayson’s eyes widened in silent communication, trying to convince you to go along with his embellishment. Thankfully, the other guy’s inebriation left him oblivious to the telepathy occurring between you two. 

You recovered quickly, your eyes brightening in understanding, “Er--that’s my nickname! My friends from home call me that! I’m just great Felix, how are you doing?” You immediately fed into the lie, as you slowly attempted to move away from the man grabbing you so as not to make a scene.

“I’ve been great! Hey, I saw Monica throwing up in the bathroom--I know you guys came together and she was asking for you so--.”

You shook your head frantically, in hopes that your body language would enhance your performance. “Oh no! That Monica! She always gets like this at these parties; such a rookie mistake.”

Grayson felt himself chuckle internally; you were cute and funny, your bubbly personality shining through even in this moment of faux friendship. “I know, right? I can take you to her, she’s down the hall in the downstairs bathroom.” The guy’s eyes narrowed even further, as the realization that his arm candy was about to leave him was brought to his attention.

“S’alright, I can show her where that bathroom is, bud,” the guy’s tone was gruff, as he spoke through his teeth.

“No, no, no don’t you worry, Billy! Monica is very shy, so she will probably get embarrassed, ya know? I’d love if you could show me the way, Felix.”

“The name’s Bobby.”

“Whatever,” you quipped over your shoulder as you stepped towards your hero.

Grayson adjusted his baseball cap out of nervousness and disbelief; was this actually working? “Of course, let’s go.” And with that, you officially wrestled your way out of the man’s tight grip, your skin burning hot to the touch from where he had touched you so inappropriately. You could feel his glare searing into the back of your head as you took the hand of the mystery boy; your night in shining armor.

As soon as the two of you rounded the corner you burst out laughing. “Thank God! He was literally about to unclothe me in the middle of the dance floor.” Your laugh was loud and and hearty; Grayson’s pulse quickening at the sound, and his face blushing lightly at your words. “When they say guys at frat parties are creeps they really weren’t kidding.”

Grayson’s heart falters for a second; he hoped you would make an exception to that statement after his rescue mission. Nodding Grayson replied, “All the rumors are true; frat parties are where the creeps lie in wake ready to take advantage of a damsel in distress.” Grayson mentally patted himself on the back for his smooth line and simultaneously prayed that he could keep this up.

“No kidding. Thank you so much, I don’t even know how you saw me over there over that jughead’s beefy bod. Like, literally, he looked like the type to drag me out of the house by my ankles and chop my body up limb by limb.”

“You looked like you needed some help; it’s such bullshit when guys don’t know when to back off and it was clear you weren’t into it.”

You smiled a radiant smile, your teeth dazzling underneath the moving lights, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Grayson.” His smile grew in size as you oh-so-formally reached out to shake his hand, his skin buzzing from the contact. Grayson felt on cloud 9; he couldn’t believe he got a girl as beautiful as you to look at him, let alone come with him when you didn’t know him from a hole in the wall.

Suddenly, the music changed, the quick beat of the song Make It Nasty pounding through the speakers. Y/N’s face lit up, a surprised grin overtaking her face at the sound. “I fucking love this song. Wanna dance?”

Grayson pressed his lips together in a tight line, nerves overtaking him yet again. “I’m, um, not really much of a dancer--.”

You grabbed his hand, your tight grip making his heart rate increase. Get a grip, Grayson, she’s holding your hand, fuckin’ relax. 

“C’mon, no one is looking anyways, let’s go!” And before even giving him a chance to reply, you dragged him through the crowd of sweaty bodies, the smell of weed and spilled vodka intensifying as you pulled him through the hordes of people.

Once you found a spot that you deemed suitable to stand you turned your body quickly, your ass pressing up against Grayson’s front. Grayson’s could feel his heart start to rabbit in his chest as soon as you grabbed his giant hands and carefully placed them on your hips, your confidence soaring to have such a stunning and kind boy willing to share a dance with you.

“Earth to Gray! We’re playing kings; you coming or not?” Ethan calls from downstairs, breaking Grayson from his daydream. Quickly,  Grayson reaches for a snapback off his bed, tugging it over his locks hastily before scurrying down the hallway, prepared for another night dedicated to trying to seduce you.

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Grayson is about five shots in when you text him, his face feeling hot from both the Fireball and the sight of your name flashing across his phone.

Y/N 🔥💃: hey, i’m here can you come meet me at the door?

Grayson internally fist bumps in victory; he knew you’d show up. Everyone on campus knows that Sigma Pi parties were always the place to be and that Theta Chi was absolutely no match.

Grayson: yup, be there in a sec!

Grayson stalks over to the front of the house, prepared to shove the pledges aside who were working the door, who were no doubt hassling you about who you knew to get into the party.

“I’m friends with Grayson Dolan, boys, no need to act like the police, this party isn’t Forth Knox.” Grayson chuckles as he hears you sass the freshmen boys who question your presence. How times have changed from your freshman year when you needed saving.

“There you are. Christ, Dolan, you really hired SWAT for a Saturday night party? Didn’t realize Sig-Pi was getting so big,” You joke, flipping a piece of hair over your shoulder.

Grayson rolls his eyes, “Yeah, clearly this is the A-Team.” Tossing a thumb over his shoulder as he gestures to the younger boys, their faces growing red with embarrassment.

You two walk into the party, everyone parting like the red sea as soon as they saw it was Grayson, King of Sigma Pi, trying to make his way past.

“Want a drink? I had E bring up a handle of Fireball.” Grayson raises an eyebrow suggestively as you two enter the kitchen, his arms splayed out behind him.

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “Is that even a question?” Grayson grabs you a solo cup, filling it with a concoction of Fireball whiskey and coke as you hop up onto the counter, your legs swinging back and forth.

“Thank you very much, sir,” you giggle as Grayson hands you your drink and takes a sip of his own.

“Anything for you, buttercup. Hey, where’s Maddie? Did she not come with you?”

You shake your head before taking a sip of your drink, “Nope, she decided to stay home, she wasn’t feeling so good. Why? Am I not good enough for you?” The smirk on your face is playful and Grayson thinks he’s just about died and gone to heaven when you lean back on an open palm, arching your back up so your cleavage is on full display.

“You’re always good enough for me, sweetheart. Whaddya say, wanna go play a game of pong?” You and Grayson were always partners for pong and this school year you’d been undefeated, typically winning by a landslide. It was one of Grayson’s favorite activities only second to dancing, due to the hugs you two always shared when one of you scored.

You shrug, “Maybe later, I told Luke I’d say hi to him first, though; he was mad at me after last weekend.”

Grayson knows why Luke is mad; you had rejected his advances politely after he kissed you while you two were dancing.

 Grayson had taken his own frustrations out on the wall after witnessing the scene.

However, Grayson continues to play dumb, refusing to divulge that he was completely aware of your every move at a party of his. “Why’s he mad?”

“He kissed me and I curved him. I don’t like him that way, so now he’s all salty, but I hate when people are mad at me, you know that.”

Grayson feels his jaw clench involuntarily at your words, the reminder of the memory causing his blood pressure to spike yet again. “I don’t know why you care so much about whether people are mad at you or not, especially if they’re mad at you because you didn’t wanna swap spit with them.”

“I just feel bad because he’s probably embarrassed--.”

“Don’t feel bad for Wilder; he’s a douchebag.”

“GraysonI” You hissed, slapping his chest lightly. “What if he hears you?”

“He could use some humbling. I don’t like that he’s mad because you said you didn’t wanna kiss ‘im.” Grayson tries to remain neutral on the topic, but even so possessive words escape the filters of his lips.

“Whatever, Gray. I’m gonna go talk to him. Find me later?” You slip off the counter and pick up your drink, prepared to make your journey to find Luke and apologize for something you need to.

Grayson sighs, but immediately plasters a grin on his face. “Always, buttercup.”

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At around 11:30 Grayson confirms that he is most definitely drunk, and most definitely in need of your company.

 It’s been about an hour since he’s seen you and as much as he hates to admit it, out of the three years he’s known you, he always gets a little anxious at parties when he doesn’t know where you are. He’s spent the past hour dancing with a few girls from your sorority to pass the time; and while the feelings of their hips pressed against his own were good, they weren’t yours.

Grayson takes another shot of Fireball, the alcohol sizzling his throat much like you sizzle his skin every time you bless him with your touch.

Grayson: whefe you at????

Grayson slides his phone into his back pocket as he makes his way into the living room to search for you; the playlist tonight was exceptional, and where there was a song with a good beat, you could be found there. Well, usually.

All Night by Chance the Rapper shook through the house, causing some of the objects on the shelves to vibrate. Grayson daps up a few of his frat brothers as he makes conversation, buying time until you text him back, or you find one another; whichever comes first.

Y/N🔥💃: dance flor wih luke. wya??

Grayson feels his heart drop to the floor at the text message; she was still with him?

Suddenly, Grayson sees you, grinding with Luke, and you did not look like you were curving him this time.  Your arm is tossed around Luke’s neck carelessly as you lean back into his touch, your ass pressed into him as you sway to the music. Meanwhile, Luke is pressing kisses into your neck, a very large smirk etched across his face, which only grows wider as soon as he sees Grayson catch sight of them.

Grayson clenches his fists, the knuckles turning white. He knows one way to get your attention.

Grayson stomps over to the DJ table where Ethan stands in charge of tonight’s music. Ethan is nursing a cup of jack and coke with a pretty blonde on his arm, hickies littering his neck as his head bops to the music.

“Yo E!” Grayson calls, hand reaching out to nudge Ethan in an attempt to get his attention.

“‘Sup Gray? ‘Lil busy here at the moment,” Ethan smiles as he looks down at the girl attached to him with hooded eyes.

“Do me a solid and play Make it Nasty.”

Ethan rolls his eyes, already knowing where this is going. “Gray, just go fucking ask her if she wants to dance--you’re 20 years old for crying out loud.”

“She’s dancing with Wilder and he’s doing it just to fuck with me. He is such a shithead, I swear to God, if he pulls anything like last weekend--.”

“Gray, for the twenty-fifth time, she’s not your girl.”

“Fuck off, and just play the damn song,” Grayson snaps, adjusting his hat as he runs a head through his hair.

Ethan is really having a good time with Kathy The Sophomore and at this rate Grayson is going to run her off if he keeps talking about other girls. So, Ethan does what any other guy who wants to get laid would do; he raises an eyebrow and flicks through his playlist, searching for you and Grayson’s song.

As soon as the song starts filtering out Grayson claps his brother on the back in thanks as he spins on his heel to find you. Grayson catches your eye as soon as you hear the song change, your bright smile sending shivers down his spine as you step away from Luke who attempts to pull you back in as soon as he sees you’re about to take off. However, you’re much quicker this time, and more knowledgeable to Luke’s conniving ways as you escape from his hold, bounding over to Grayson who holds his arms out wide, inviting you into his embrace.

“Grayyyyy, it’s our song!” Your drunken voice is high pitched as you hug Grayson, winding your hands around his neck.

Grayson laughs, “I know, sweetheart, it’s like your Batman signal, all I have to do to find you is play it and you come running.”

You spin yourself around, your perky ass molding to the front of him perfectly. Like it’s second nature, Grayson places his hands on your hips, holding tight as he begins to sway, your presence causing all of the night’s previous frustrations to evaporate.

As the song progresses, Grayson feels you hips press into him harder, causing him to grit his teeth at the feelings you were eliciting in his nether region. Grayson runs his hands up and down your body sensually, leading you to lean back into his touch, your eyes shut as you continue to get lost in the moment.

You feel goosebumps pop over your skin every time Grayson skims his huge lands down your rib cage, to your waist, to your hips and then back up again. Your heart starts to beat faster at the intimacy of you two’s movements; you loved dancing and nothing was better than doing your favorite activity with your favorite person.

You turn in Grayson’s grasp, your arms winding around his neck as you two gaze at each other, getting lost in each other’s eyes.

“You’re my favorite, Grayson Dolan,” you hum, your movements slowing down as you became distracted with the intensity of Grayson’s stare.

Grayson giggles, “Your favorite what?”

“Jus’ my favorite. You’re just my favorite person, ‘kay?” Grayson feels his heart swell at your words; the fact that you admitted something so sweet and innocent, but also so telling about your relationship igniting a sense of courage within him.

“Well, you’re my favorite person, buttercup.” Grayson slides his hands down so they’re openly splayed on the small of your back, practically covering your entire spine. “Even if you drive me fuckin’ nuts.”

You cackle, throwing your head backwards at his words. “It’s my job, sorrrrrrrry,” you slur, taking your hands from around Grayson’s neck and smushing his face.

As Grayson admires you, he realizes how angry he would be with himself if someone were to date you. The thoughts of someone else dating the only girl who’s ever known his pregame playlist by heart, just how much alcohol he prefers in his mixed drink, and what his true goals and aspirations are sickens him. As the light hits you just so, Grayson feels his breath get caught in his throat, the highlighter on your face illuminating brightly, the beauty of your bone structure stunning Grayson for a moment.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Grayson’s face falls a bit as words once again dart through his filter; his internal monologue becoming suddenly external.

“Really?” Your face lights up, eyes squinting in disbelief that your best friend and your campus’s golden boy singled you out for his attraction to you.

“Really; I’ve always thought so. Ever since I first saw you with that beefy creep freshman year.”

You smile at the memory; the two of you have come so far since then. Three years had brought you countless laughs, dances and emotions. You never thought you’d be so grateful to be rescued from a creep by a random dude who would eventually end up being your best friend.

“I’ve also always thought about how your lips would feel pressed against mine.”

Your eyes practically bug out of your head at his words; there’s no way you could’ve heard him correctly. “What?” You ask over the raging party, your eyes narrowing as you try to read his lips.

“I said I’ve also always thought about how your lips would feel pressed against mine.” And with that, Grayson grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you closer to his lips; the pillowy flesh meeting with yours was everything both of you ever dreamed of.

As Grayson’s lips delicately dance with yours, you take your hands and intertwine them through his dark tendrils, allowing yourself to become wrapped up in Grayson.

Just when Grayson slips his tongue into your mouth is when you hear the cheering, and you two break apart laughing for a second as you see Ethan fist pumping and screaming, praising the Gods that his younger brother finally grew a pair to get his girl.

However, the two of you can’t be bothered with Ethan’s antics as you are much too busy releasing years of pent up sexual and emotional frustrations in a demonstration of physical affection that would change the course of your friendship in the best way possible.

Grayson finally got his girl, and later that night you two most definitely made it nasty.

[medialists]

Mamma Mia

Atomic Blonde 

Filth 

Regression 

Colonia 

El círculo 

Beauty and the Beast 

Trance 

Victor Frankenstein 

Atonement 

Starter for 10 

Becoming Jane 

The Conspirator

The Last King of Scotland 

X-Men.

Glass 

The Last Station 

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind 

Big Fish 

La desaparición de Eleanor Rigby 

Submergence 

Thor 

The Avengers 

Intensamente 

Las ventajas de ser invisible 

IT. 

Inception 

Harry Potter.

At eternity's gate 

Catch me if you can 

Her 

Pulp Fiction 

Xavier Dolan 

Memorias de una Geisha 

Ready player one 

Battle angel 

Taxi Driver 

El doble 

Shutter island 

Cube 

My week with Marilyn 

Noé 

Ballet shoes 

El diablo viste a la moda 

Cazafantasmas 

Les miserables 

Lady Bird 

The Truman Show 

Irene, yo y mi otro yo 

Call me by your name 

The Favorite 

La la land 

La chica del tren 

Jolene 

Winter's war 

Tomb Raider 

Ex machina 

El código Da Vinci 

Ángeles y demonios 

Mean Girls 

Mulan 

Coraline 

Mujer Bonita 

E.T. 

Crimson Peak. 

Extraordinario. 

Las de Marvel que faltan 

The Room 

A quiet place 

Blade Runner 

Animales Nocturnos 

Animales Fantásticos  

La Propuesta 

A star is born 

Begin again 

Anon. 

From Russia with Love

Goldfinger

Thunderball

You Only Live Twice

On Her Majesty's Secret Service

Diamonds Are Forever

The Man with the Golden Gun

For Your Eyes Only

Octopussy

Never Say Never Again

A View to a Kill

The Living Daylights

GoldenEye

Tomorrow Never Dies

The World is not Enough

Die Other Day

Casino Royale

Quantum of Solace

Dawn of the Dead

Blade II

RED

The Dark Knight Rises

Kick-Ass 2

Die Hard

Scarface

From Dusk till Dawn

Face/Off

No Escape

Impostor

Death Race 2

Jobs

Les Quatre Cents Coups

The Wolf of Wall Street

The Murder of Princess Diana

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Fight Club

My Sister's Keeper

Ida

Loreak

Sowon

Gran Torino

All About Eve

The Nun's Story

The Sunset Limited

A Clockwork Orange

Kingsman.

Batman: Under the Red Hood

Lords of Dogtown

Unbroken

Ip Man

Million Dollar Baby

Concussion

The Great Gatsby

Lilting

Birdman

The Theory of Everything

War and Peace

Collateral Beauty

The Children's Hours

Moulin Rouge!

Dolls

The Bridges of Madison County

As Good as It Gets

Me Before You

Before Sunrise

Before Midnight

Carol

The Reader

Like Crazy

New York, I Love You

Anna Karenina

Pride & Prejudice

Bridget Jones's Diary

How to Marry a Millionaire

Bus Stop

The Prince and the Showgirl

Ladies of the Chorus

Roman Holiday

Prendimi l'Anima

The Young Victoria

Sabrina

Ed Wood

My Life Without Me

A Woman of Paris

Metropolis

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Fantasia 2000

Punisher: War Zone

Robin and Marian

The Unforgiven

Green Mansions

Live and Let Die

Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

To the Bone

T2 Trainspotting

La Grande Bellezza

Men, Women & Children

Lost in Translation

Ghost World

Before Sunset

Evil Dead

Army of Darkness

After Earth

Hulk

Get Smart

Raiders of the Lost Ark

The Dark Crystal

Labyrinth

300

Mononoke Hime

Edge of Tomorrow

Death Race 2050

L'Écume des Jours

Paris When It Sizzles

The Seven Year Itch

Down with Love

Monkey Business

Dead Alive

Monty Python's Life of Brian

Vertigo

They All Laughed

Love Among Thieves

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Let's Make Love

Funny Face

On the Town

The Sky's the Limit

A Damsel in Distress

Shall We Dance

There's No Business Like Show Business

It's Always Fair Weather

My Fair Lady

Don't Bother to Knock

Monte Carlo Baby

Las Dos Caras de la Verdad

Ciudad en Tinieblas

El Bebé de Rose Mary

The Chuck Net Atrapado Sin Salida

El Experimento

Holy Motors

Mindscape

Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me

Antichrist

Bottom of the Worlds

High Rise

Southland Tales

Magnolia

Tinker Taylor Soldier Spy

Inherent Vice

The Lobster

The Number 23

They Look Like People

Upstream Color

Twelve Monkeys

Minority Report

Los Cromocrímenes

Predestination

About time

Blue Velvet

Pi: Faith in Chaos

The Box

Identity

The Life of David Gale

The Gift

Lovesong

Miss Sloane

The Meyerowitz Stories

The Big Sick

Efectos Secundarios

The Notebook

The Odd Life of Timothy Green

The Little Mermaid

Manchester By the Sea

Silence

Moonlight

Hunt for the Wilderpeople

Snowpiercer

Star Trek Beyond

Moonrise Kingdom

No Country for Old Men

The Exorcist

The Darjeeling Limited

House of Sand and Fog

Napoleon Dynamite

The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus

Armores Perros

La Dictadura Perfecta

Frida

El Crimen del Padre Amado

El Estudiante

Cilantro y Perejil

Perfume de Violetas

Arráncame la Vida

Como Agua para Chocolate

Solo Con tu Pareja

El Callejón de los Milagros

Rojo Amanecer

La Ley de Herodes

Un Monstruo de Mil Cabezas

Las Horas Contigo

Maquinaria Paramericana

Ella es Ramona

El Jeremias

Sopladora de Hojas

Los Insólitos Peces Gatos

Guten Tag, Ramon

El Infierno

Mientras el Lobo No Está

Sexo, Pudor y Lágrimas

Miss Bala

Cronos

Después de Lucía

Qué Culpa Tiene el Niño

Nosotros los Nobles

La Jaula de Oro

Y tu Mamá También

Canoa

Amar te Duele

Toki Wo Kakeru Shoujo

Transformers

Harry Potter

Old Yeller

Legally Blonde

Miller's Crossing

Faustrecht der Freiheit

It's Called Murder, Baby

Heathers

The Love Witch

Southside With You

Pink Flamingos

Hr's Just Not That Into You

Windstruck

What's Your Number?

There's Something About Mary

When Harry Met Sally

Forgettin Sarah Marshall

Say Anything

Pretty Woman

Not Another Teen Movie

Kate & Leopold

Sleepless in Seattle

Pretty in Pink

Serendipity

Four Weddings And A Funeral

50 First Dates

Bridget Jones' Diary

Something's Gotta Give

Pánico Antes del Amanecer

Cumpleaños Mortal

Viernes 13

La Quema

The Slumber Party Massacre

Campamento Sangriento

Curtains

Siete Mujeres Atrapadas

The House On Sorority Row

Detrás de la Máscara

April Fool's Day

Lovecraft

Bubba Ho-Tep

Thor Ragnarok

Lo Que Hacemos en las Sombras

Zombies Party

La Noche de los Muertos Vivientes

El Regreso de los Muertos Vivientes

Army of Darkness

Pasion Infernal

Terroríficamente muertos

El Baile de los Vampiros

Braindead

Creepshow

El Jovencito Frankeinstein

Gremlins

Un Hombre Lobo Americano en Londres

The Edge Of Seventeen

Murder of Cats

The Book of Love

Atomic Falafel

Buddies

Tiempos felices

Illegal

Nise: El Corazón de la Locura

Kill Command

The Blind Side

The Fundamentals of Caring

The Danish Girl

Miss You Already

Fantastic Beasts the Crimes of Grindelwald

Side Effects

Requiem for a Dream

Constantine

The Island

The Box

The Tall Man

Oblivion

Gods of Egypt

Twilight Zone

Dusk Dawn

Jeepers Creepers

The Descent

30 Days of Night

The Midnight Meat Train

VHS

Minority Report

Terminator

Avatar

Midnight Sun

The Book of Henry

Lady Bird

Truth or Dare

Adrift

Stronger

Every Day

A Nightmire on Elm Street

REC

Monsters

American Mary

Found

The Witches

Let Me In

Let the Right One In

Oculus

Insidious 4: The Last Key

Trainspotting

Night of the Living Dead

Life of Brian

Drive

Snatch

Blade Runner

Scarface

Lord of the Rings

Ben - Hur

Cantinflas

Tin tan

Pedro Infante

Gone With the Wind

Indiana Jones

Salon Kitty

The Wild Bunch

Harold and Maude

The Warriors

The Long Goodbye

Deep End

Coonskin

The Bestia in Calore

La Cage aux Folles

Badlands

The Brood

1941

Eraserhead

Labyrinth

Legend

The Sound of Music

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Enemy Mine

Cannibal Holocaust

The Evil Dead

Lola Montes

King Kong

Rock and Roll High School

Blood In Blood Out

Easy Rider

Heavy Metal

Pink Floyd The Wall

Wicker Park

Lars and the Real Girl

The Cable Guy

Sophie's Choice

Brokeback Mountain

A Wrinkle in Time

Scream

Presagio

Señales

Titanes del pacífico

Clint Eastwood

Dirty Harry

Chappie

The Greatest Showman

Safe Heaven

Across the Universe

Thirteen

Perfect Sense

A Life Less Ordinary

Shallow Grave

No Reservations

The Holiday

Ali G in da House

The Reader

The Dressmaker

Brigsby Bear

Cast Away

Romeo + Juliet

What's Eating Gilberte Grape?

Body of Lies

Little Nemo Adventures in Slumberland

Apt Pupil

Stand by Me

Shawshank Redemption

Excalibur

Hearts Beat Loud

Velvet Buzzsaw

Nightcrawler

Chungking Express

Twin Peaks

Throne of Blood

Harakiri

2046

Tokyo Story

F for Fake

Allegrophobia

Lost in Translation

Hereditary

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me

Rear Window

West Side Story

Manhattan

David Lynch Cooking Quinoa

Ikiru

Midnight Cowboy

Bonnie and Clyde

The Straight Story

Annie Hall

The Great Dictator

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

M

Y tu Mamá También

Paddington

Paddington 2

Birdman

Autumn Sonata

To Kill a Mockingbird

Barry Lyndon

It's a Wonderful Life

The Wrestler

The Florida Project

Rashomon

It's Such a Beautiful Day

Paths of Glory

Kung Fury

Boogie Nights

Gone with the Wind

The Prestige

Shaun of the Dead

The World's End

In the Mood for Love

Handmaiden

Intolerance

El Bola

Celda 211

El Olivo

Las 13 Rosas

Blue Valentine

Closer

Like Crazy

(500) Days of Summer

Le Mépris

Match Point

Ruby Sparks

Once

Revolutionary Road

Happy Together

Sleepy Hollow

Vampyr

Black Sunday

The Hunger

The Haunting

Rebecca

Crimson Peak

The Crow

Pan's Labyrinth

Bram Stoker's Dracula

Drácula

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

A Cure for Wellness

Horror of Dracula

The Bride

La Novia

Flavors of Youth

Dead Poet's Society

Mary and Max

Dear Zachary: a Letter to a Son about His Father

Big Fish & Begonia

20th Century Women

The Villainess

Touch of Evil

Christine

Zero Dark Thirty

The Stranger

Hannibal

El Autor

Short Term 12

Grave of the Fireflies

Cinema Paradiso

My Girl

A Ghost Story

Hasta el viento tiene miedo

El libro de piedra

Veneno para hadas

Pearl Harbor

Infierno azul

Guerra de Novias

El Bar Coyote

Needful Things

Sense & Sensibility

El Diario de Carlota

Batman vs Superman

Black Panther

Dredd

Scream

Valentine

Camino hacia el terror

Sé lo que hicieron el verano pasado

Joy Ride

Jeepers Creepers

La reunión del diablo

Viernes 13

Another Earth

A Quiet Place

Mississippi en llamas

The breakfast club

The revenant

birdman

sing street *

frida

roma

catch me if you can

dead poets society

the age of adaline

changeling

brooklyn

good will hunting

artificial intelligence

paranoia

to the bone

the danish girl

90 minutes in heaven

while you were sleeping

james and the giant peach

Crimson peak

pretty woman

summer days with coo

the breadwinner

summer wars

the gift

cargo

julie & julia

spirit

8 mile

raw

okja

schindler's list

blue valentine

the hateful eight

the untouchables

old boy

ghost in the shell

sophie's choice

ip man 2

frances ha

the tree of life

amanda knox

hail, caesar!

Janis: little girl blue

my beautiful broken brain

noah

the badadook

origin: spirits of the past

project almanac

the thing

bird box

death note

death note ii

1922

death note: light up the new world

pandora

american gangster

the nightmare

pasión por las letras

le dîner de cons

la grande vadrouille

la traversée de paris

le fabuleux destin d'Amelie Poulain

El secreto de Adeline

La boda de mi mejor amigo

Loco por ella

Quédate a mi lado

The mexican

A él no le gustas tanto

El regalo

Lo imposible

Con derecho a roce

Mi segunda vez

Canta!

El examen

El número 23

The game

Clown house

Km3!

Macario

Once upon a time in Mexico

Wes Creaven's New Nightmare

Don't look now

Eyes without a face

Como si fuera la primera vez

El diario de Biridget Jones

500 días con ella

Juno

El descanso

Virgen a los 40

Eterno resplandor de una mente sin recuerdos

Realmente amor

Ligeramente embarazada

¿Cómo sobrevivir a un ex?

Mensajero del futuro

El imperio del fuego

El libro de Emo

Oblivion: el tiempo del olvido

La última esperanza

Escape de NY

El expresó del miedo

Soy leyenda

El último camino

Cuando el destino nos alcance

Sunset boulevard

North by northwest

The artist

The good the bad and the ugly

Highlander

Hair

The Maltese falcon

The road

Independence day

Armageddon

28 dias después

Hijos de los hombres

La guerra de los mundos

Stake land

Take shelter

Snowpiercer

2012

Supersalidos

American Pie

Rumores y mentiras

Todo en un día

Chicas malas

El club de los cinco

El exorcista

El descenso

The babadook

La matanza de Texas

La cosa

Martyrs

Rec 2

El conjuro 2

Pulse

Evil dead

Voice from the stone

Clinical

Dig two graves

Kidnap

Black butterfly

Grey Lady

Dans la maison

Memories of a murder

Incendies

The prestige

Gone baby gone

El secreto de sus ojos

Mystic River

[truthbeetoldmedia]

The Bold Type 3x08 “Revival” Review

And just like that… we only have two episodes left? It seems like yesterday I was reviewing the season premiere. Now it’s almost over, and I’m hyped for the finale. I have to say, this week’s episode did a great job of building that hype.

All three of our girls go through some rough patches this week. As part of those rough patches? Sutton and Richard have a disagreement about money. Shocking, I know.

We finally get to see Sutton at one of her design seminars (the shirt that won was HIDEOUS), but unfortunately, she’s stuck using her old, practically broken sewing machine. Her lack of a dependable sewing machine is definitely making things harder for her, so Richard decides to buy her a sewing machine that costs over two thousand dollars. Now, I’m not an expert or anything, but that seems like… a lot for a sewing machine.

As per usual, Sutton is taken aback by this — from day one she’s been uncomfortable about Richard’s wealthy lifestyle (remember that maid argument?). Also as per usual, Richard is seemingly unable to understand why. The sewing machine is a gift, and boyfriends give their girlfriends gifts, right? So what’s the big deal?

Sutton does her best to explain why she’s refusing the sewing machine, and, unlike Richard, I completely understand her reasoning. We know that Sutton grew up poor, and we find out in this episode that as she was growing up, watching her mother wait for her child support check and panic when it didn’t arrive was something that really affected her. Money is power, especially to people who don’t have any. Seeing her mother be so dependant on someone else for financial support made her determined that she wouldn’t have to go through the same thing.

To my suprise, the role of gender never got brought up in a significant way in regards to Sutton and Richard disagreeing. During a “stitch and bitch” session at Jane’s (and Alex’s for now) apartment they did hint at it. Alex told Sutton she was overreacting, only to have Jane flip the situation and ask him how he would feel if his girlfriend would insist on paying for everything. He admitted it would make him uncomfortable. See? Money = power, especially for women. Actually, maybe I should rephrase. Money = independence.

In an attempt for Richard to get the point across, he makes a chart that breaks down every little expense that they share, divided equally into two parts. He lists rent, household expenses, and even what Sutton’s share of the OJ is in the morning. He’s trying to show her what it would be like if they were truly equal when it comes to financial matters and, basically, to tell her that she hasn’t been paying her full half this whole time, so why start now. His explanation might have been nicer, but that’s certainly how I saw it.

Now, Sutton is fine with this (and she ends up accepting that sewing machine) — but to be honest, I would have walked out. Taking the time to type up, organize, and color coordinate a spreadsheet of exactly how much money he’s spent on her, especially knowing how she feels about money? Honestly, that’s borderline emotional abuse, and it makes no sense that Sutton would be okay with that.

This is the third or fourth episode in a row where Sutton and Richard have an argument about something, most of the time that something being money. If you remember any of my previous reviews you’d know that I feel neutral about Richard, but after this season I just might become an anti. He has a fundamental misunderstanding about her feelings at LEAST once an episode, and it’s becoming clear that them moving in together has only exaggerated their differences. I also don’t know why Sutton would be interested in Richard — sure, we’ve seen that she’s attracted to him and that she loves him, but I don’t think we’ve ever been shown why.

Meanwhile, Jane and Jacqueline’s Pamela Dolan story is progressing fast. They’ve managed to get a handful of models to agree to open up about the abuse they endured, despite the fact that they’ve all signed NDAs. Jane and Jacqueline assure them that they won’t face any legal repercussions from breaking this contract, which confuses me. It’s a legal document that they signed in which they agreed to not speak about their experiences with Pamela Dolan under penalty of law — I don’t think that’s something you could avoid. This might be one of those “we know it doesn’t hold up but we need it to work for the plot,” which we’ve certainly seen from this show before.

Besides her professional stress, Jane is also experiencing some stress in her personal life. Pinstripe has left on his book tour and they’re struggling to connect, which is normal considering their hectic schedules and professional commitments. I have a feeling this is setting the stage for some kind of drama in the season finale, but as of now I’m interpreting it as a normal thing to experience. Alex, however, doesn’t help the situation — after reading Pinstripe’s book he points out that the main character has some questionable opinions about relationships, causing Jane some more stress.

In my opinion, Alex inferring that Pinstripe thinks the same things as his main character is… super dumb. He’s a writer, and if he’s a good one, he’ll know how to write about things that are different from his own opinions and thoughts. He does later on take back these assumptions, citing Madame Bovary, a book about a woman who has an affair that was written by a man, to Jane as a way to remind himself that writers step outside of themselves all the time when writing.

Um, obviously? I’m pretty sure J.K. Rowling isn’t an eleven-year-old wizard. I’m surprised that made it to the episode, if I’m honest.

(Also, I saw the Madame Bovary movie — please save yourself two hours and don’t watch it. It’s awful and there’s literally no point. Sorry, Mia Wasikowska, you were great, but that’s about it).  

Also Also, Jane jokingly referred to Alex as “Jeff-lex” a few times this episode, which is a reference to a few episodes ago in which Alex found himself the subject of a #MeToo story describing how he pressured a woman into sex, who chose to use the name “Jeff”  in the story to protect his identity.

Hey, Bold Type writers, how exactly is this funny? By joking about that story, both Jane and Alex are making light of what that woman went through, and by default, everyone else with a similar story. It’s not funny, it’s disgusting. Shame on you.

And now for Kat. Poor, sweet Kat. Just as things are heating up with Tia and they’re finally in a good place, Adena is back in town and asking to see her. This is further complicated when Adena is chosen to do the photoshoot of the models speaking out against Pamela Dolan, and her and Kat end up running into each other at Scarlet. I, for one, am glad that Adena is back. Even if her and Kat don’t end up getting back together, I think it’s important to offer both Kat and the audience some closure. Adena was incredibly important for Kat and her discovering her queerness. As a pretty significant character for the first two seasons she was (and is) also important to the audience as well, and let’s not forget the stellar representation she brought to the show as a lesbian Muslim woman of color.

The second season, however, didn’t do a lot to justify them being together, but I don’t necessarily think that was on purpose. I think that, without getting too much into last season, the writer’s wanted to create drama and instead created a list of reasons why they didn’t belong together.

Just as an example — one episode, Kat is shown to be pretty jealous of Adena hanging out with her ex, worried that there would be some lingering feelings. In a serious contrast, the very next episode saw Kat kissing a stranger at a bar.

That’s not to say I wouldn’t support them getting back together — but I would be sad for Tia, and confused as to why that relationship has been built up to all season. If they do choose to go that route I would need a realistic wrap up to Kat and Tia’s story, and for the clumsy storylines they forced on Kat and Adena in season two to not make a come back.

Alyssa’s episode rating: 🐝🐝 for the Jeff-lex comment alone

The Bold Type airs Tuesdays at 8/7c on Freeform.

[kaoruyogi]

C’est Si Bon

I saw this post yesterday about a 1950′s AU Cullen, and this morning I woke up with the full story in my head. So here it is! It’s a little long, so I put part of it under a cut for the sake of people’s dashes.

For @lyrium-blossom ​, @kagetsukai ​, @mssaboteur ​, @ladydragon1316 ​, @veritasrose, @laraslandlockedblues ​, and anyone else who’s interested!

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x Belle Dolan (1950′s AU one shot)

Rating: T for Teen

Today would be the day. Cullen decided it as he rose from his old bed in his old room in his parents’ old house. Today would be the day he ventured out. He had been outside since coming back, but he also had not. He had yet to journey beyond the corner three houses down.

Fear kept him at home those six months. It was not a rational fear, he decided about two months into his self-imposed confinement. But it was fear, nonetheless.

He ran his fingers through his hair and puffed out a humorless laugh at himself. He was what they called a “POW.” Pee-Oh-Doubleyou. Prisoner of war. Captured and kept alive. Alive as his enemy saw fit to keep him. As it happened, they chose not to keep him very alive. They locked him away, fed him food they told him over and over was poisoned until he was so starved he ate it anyway because even death would be better than the void in his gut, tortured him, tortured his platoon, killed them one by one.

His puff of a dead laugh was not aimed at all that, but at the irony of his present condition. All he could think of when he was over there was his freedom. Now he had it, and all he was doing with it was locking himself up afresh. Self-inflicted isolation.

So, today would be the day. Cullen dressed simply, comfortably. White cotton tee shirt, tired blue jeans, black and white sneakers—the left one had a smudge on it he reminded himself to clean later—and his black leather jacket. The jacket would not have been his first choice for outerwear before he went over there, but now it helped. His brother gave it to him when he got back. Said it was for luck. Cullen hadn’t the faintest idea how a jacket could be lucky, but then he still kept at least one of his dog tags on his person at all times. So he took the jacket, and today he wore it.

He left his room. The first step. His mabari, Charles, followed him through the house. Cullen was the only person in that house who called the dog by his proper name. All his siblings insisted on calling him Charlie. Cullen found it quite irksome. He petted Charles on the head twice.

Cullen gave himself a onceover in the bathroom mirror before he left the house. His mother always told him he was such a handsome boy, and he might once have been. But a scar—a remnant of the dozens or hundreds or thousands of beatings he suffered—now marred his face. It rose from his upper lip to his cheekbone, pink and shiny and horrible. He did not like the man staring back at him. He put a hand over the glass before he walked away.

He brought Charles with him when he left. The poor mabari had not been on a proper walk in ages, and it was as good an excuse as any to have him at Cullen’s side. The large gray dog rarely left Cullen’s side, as it happened. It gave him great comfort to have Charles with him as he walked, like taking a piece of home with him into a vast and terrifying wilderness of concrete and brick and people.

Cullen walked past the corner. He walked down the street. He nodded his greeting to an elderly neighbor as she watered her begonias. He approached Main Street. He gripped Charles’s leash tight in his fist, doing his best to ignore the onslaught of noise around him. Screaming children. Metal roller skate wheels grinding on cement. The rumble of the occasional passing Cadillac.

To his surprise, he arrived on Main Street without incident. He watched Charles watch their surroundings, and it put him a touch more at ease knowing someone had his back. Together they passed Adan’s Pharmacy. Then they passed Sims Grocers, Cabot’s Malts N’More, two beauty salons, the cinema, and the library. They made it all the way to town hall without a word or glance from anyone.

Cullen thought he had done quite enough for today. He and Charles turned around to head home the same way they came, feeling rather accomplished they had come so far. Even Charles held his head a little higher.

As they approached the library, the front door opened. A young woman, about his age, exited the building. She wore a dress the color of a robin’s egg covered in tiny white dots, and it swayed wide around her pale calves as she walked. Her slightly curved nose was buried in an open book, and her red hair was gathered into a ponytail, forming a single fat curl that brushed her collar. He could not see her entire face, but he would know her anywhere.

Belle. She was the girl he grew up admiring. As children, they went to the nearby lake with their classmates to swim in the summers. He used to watch her red hair in the sun as it dried into wild but gentle curls and listen to her boisterous laugh. In high school, he walked her home on Thursdays. It was out of his way by several blocks, but he never said a word about that. He listened to her talk about all the magnificent things she wanted to do with her life, and he did his best to bring out her boisterous laugh for himself. She smiled at him once while she sang her solo in the school choir. She embraced him once after his parents died. She kissed him once in the dark after their last high school dance. He left the smudge of her too-bright lipstick on his mouth until the next morning.

Cullen’s heart tightened in his chest as she approached him. He had not seen her since before he shipped out to basic training. What if she grimaced when she saw him? What if she disliked the man he had become? What if he was so broken and wrong she did not recognize him at all?

But all those questions proved pointless. Belle’s attention was so rapt on the contents of her book, she walked right past him. He heard her humming while she went. “C’est Si Bon,” by Eartha Kitt. His sister, Mia, played the tune once when her boyfriend, Marcus, came over for dinner. Cullen was not one for anything Orlesian, but he liked the song well enough.

Against his better judgment, Cullen called after her. “Belle,” he said once at too low a volume. When she did not turn, he said it again, much louder.

Belle gasped hard, and her book tumbled from her hands onto the sidewalk. Guilt filled Cullen’s gut at the sight. She whirled around with a blend of shock and ire on her face. It melted away the moment she laid her hazel eyes on him. She smiled. His heart leapt into his throat.

“Cullen,” she said, and she rushed back toward him, leaving her book on the sidewalk. “I’m so happy to see you!”

“I-It’s good to see you too, Belle,” he said. He felt foolish under her gaze. It was a silly notion to call out to her like that. He had no idea what to say to her.

“It’s been a long time. You look well.” She meant it. He did not expect her to mean it.

Before he could reply, she cast her eyes down and let out a happy, “Charles!” Cullen had forgotten she was the only other person that called the mabari by his proper name. Belle knelt down to pet the dog. “It’s been much too long since I’ve seen your handsome face, Charles.” Charles grunted and licked her hand, and she only just managed to stop him licking her face as well.

“You look very well, too,” said Cullen as she stood.

“Thank you.” She paused for three seconds too long, her eyes wandering over his face. They were beautiful eyes. “I missed you, you know,” she finally said. “You never told me when you were shipping out. I would’ve come to see you off. Given you something for good luck or…something.”

“Ah, yes, I—” His free hand reached up to rub the back of his neck. An old habit. “I’m sorry. At the time, I didn’t think it was much to fuss over. I thought I…I thought I would be back sooner.”

Belle smiled again, exposing the wide pointed canines she had ever since her baby teeth fell out. “It’s alright. I probably would have cried all over you anyway. Turned into a damn sobbing mess and not let you get on the bus. So it was probably for the best.” She was the first non-adult he ever heard curse when they were young. She had not changed a bit.

“I missed you, too,” said Cullen before he could stop the words leaving his mouth. Surely, she would think him too forward now. She would leave, and he would never see her again but for the occasional casual coincidence.

But she laughed. She laughed her boisterous laugh, and something fluttered in his chest. “Well, good! I’m glad to know my missing wasn’t one-sided.” She laid an absent pat on Charles’s ribs. He panted happily at the loud thump it made. “Let me buy you a malt or a Coke or something,” she said after a moment. “Cabot still likes me, and he’ll let me take a couple of his glasses to the park or something so we can catch up. If you’re up for it, that is.”

“That won’t be necessary. I can pay fo—”

“Hooey. I’m buying. To make up for the good luck gift I never got to give you. I won’t hear another word about it except ‘yes,’ and ‘thank you, oh wonderful, kind, fabulous Belle.’” She lifted her chin with her superior little grin.

Cullen chuckled. He had not laughed much lately. “Alright,” he said. “Yes. Thank you, oh wonderful, kind, fabulous Belle.”

“Ha!” She clapped once. “Good! Oh.” She turned and ran two short steps to recover her library book, and she dusted it off on her two short steps back. She hooked her arm over his crooked elbow, smiled up at him, and said, “Shall we?”

“Of course,” he said, and the three of them began their walk together.

Today would be the day.

*****

[ethanfanfic]

Tough Week.

Hey guys!

The Ethan Dolan and Ana Mistopolis Saga continues. This one is a little upsetting. Some dark themes, which I have experienced in a similar situation!  If every you have a request or feedback, please let me know! 

Word Count: 1320

Synopsis: Ana gets some devastating news from home and decides to keep it to herself. The week gets harder and Ethan starts to get worried. What happens when the truth comes out?

It was a tough week. Possibly the worst. It was filled with exams, practice and studying. My support system of Ethan, Grayson and Caroline were still there thank goodness. But my host parents were visiting their daughter in Chicago. I had the house to myself. Besides the dog, Charlie. Sounds pretty good right? So why was it so bad? Back home, in Australia, my auntie was sick. Stomach cancer. And she was on her way out. Mum called me to let me know on Thursday after my last exam. Thank god Ethan, Grayson and Caroline all had their last exam on Friday. I just wanted to keep this to myself. But at practice on Friday, I may have screwed that up. I was on the last sprint giving more than my all. I finished first, smashing my personal best. Causing me to spew my cuts up from exhaustion. A lot of the other girls laughed. Caroline instantly came to my side and held my hair back.

“This is an example of dedication!” Coach Lane began. “A great example of how to purge.” Mia Porter giggled, causing a wave of sneering.

“Enough! Shower up!” Coach Lane dismissed them.

I had my hands on my knees. I was panting and sniffling. Caroline got my water and I rinsed my mouth out. “Hey, are you okay? You looked really worried whilst running, is everything all good?” Caroline asked. I didn’t know how to drop a bombshell like this. Although she’s been a good friend for a while now, I didn’t want to bring it up.

“Just determined to win.”

I went out with Ethan on Friday night. It was a great date night. So great that I forgot about everything. Until I heard an Australian accent, triggering me. I my smile faded and I slouched without even realising.

“What’s up!” He smiled at me.

I turned to him and smiled back. “The sky.”

He gave me an innocent smirk and chuckle. He wrapped one arm around me. “Seriously. You seem a little blue.”

I don’t know why I didn’t initially tell him. I guess I thought if I ignored it, it would go away.

“I’m just tired from this week. Plus, I’m on my period so I’m just off.” I lied. It killed me to, but I lied. Luckily he bought it though.

We spend the rest of the night by the beach in each other embrace before heading back to mine. When the truth all came out.

I jolted awake at exactly 03:07. I jolted enough to disturb Ethan a little. He groaned and wrapped his arms around me tighter. I waited for him to slowly start snoring again before I carefully released myself. I grabbed my phone and tip toed downstairs. Something felt off. I felt off. My chest began to tighten and it hurt to breathe. I quickly let Charlie inside and grabbed a glass of water. I sat on the couch with him and pat him. I tried to keep myself distracted. But then I got a message.

“Hey, are you up?” It was from my sister, Sila. I instantly thought of the worse case scenario. My aunt Mary was dead. I called her.

“Hey.” She sniffled.

“Sila.” I sighed.

“Ana,” she began. “I’m so sorry to tell you this over the phone. But Aunt Mary just passed a few moments ago.

I sat there shell shocked. I was frozen. A single tear rolled down my face and hit my arm to snap me back to reality. My mind switched to my cousins. Costas and Jamie weren’t much younger than me. I couldn’t imagine a life without my mum and now they were about to live it.

“Ana?” Sila whimpered.

“Sorry.” I sniffed. “Where are you?”

“At the hospital. Everyone’s here.”

“I’ll let you go. Send my love, please. Especially to dad and Costas and Jamie.”

“Of course of course.”

“Stay strong, Sila. I love you.”

“You too.”

I hung up the phone and took a few deep breaths. Put I couldn’t control myself. I started sobbing. I tried to keep quiet, I didn’t want to bother Ethan this early. Charlie ran off the couch. My sobs got more uncontrollable. I covered my mouth and continued crying.

“Ana?” I heard my name being called. Shit. I woke him.

“Hey, hey.” He said in a husky half awake voice. He opened his arms and I went into them, hysterically crying. I held onto him tight and pulled him in closer. I kept griping onto him, trying to pull him closer to me. I just needed to be held. I cried into his chest.

“What’s going on, are you hurt, do-do you need an ambulance?!” He was well and truly awake and alert at this point. I managed to shake my head. I tired to calm down.

I pulled away from him but left my arms around his neck.

“My-my-” I tried through sobs, but I struggled. I took a deep breath.

“My aunt just passed away.” I looked down and continued crying.

“Oh, Ana.” He scooped me back in and held him tighter than ever.

I kept sobbing. I couldn’t control myself at all. I stayed in his embrace sobbing for the next twenty minutes.

“Wanna talk.” Ethan said, as I pulled away.

I shook my head. I got my laptop which was on the coffee table and searched for urgent flights to Sydney. There was one in five hours.

“Anna, are you sure?” Ethan asked concerned.

I didn’t reply. I kept my eyes on the laptop.

“Ana stop. Think about it.”

“I don’t have time to think, Ethan!” I snapped. “My family is overseas, grieving and-and-and I’m here, being fucking selfish! Selfish! On exchange, living it up.” I broke down. My true emotions were now showing on how I felt. It was the ugly truth.

“Ana! You’re not being selfish! It’s not your fault!”

“I just feel like shit.” I slouched back into the couch. He mimicking my pose and pushed back. I sighed and pushed my hair up.

“It’s almost four. Sleep on it.”

“I’m sorry for snapping.” I whispered.

“I’m sorry for not noticing that you were upset.”

And with that, we went back to bed.

I woke up at nine. Ethan wasn’t there. I rolled over to find a packed suitcase. I got up and ran downstairs.

“E?” I yelled. He was downstairs, on the phone. He put his fingers on his lips and smiled. I was confused as hell.

“Thanks Lauren. You too.”

“Ethan, what’s going on?”

“That was Lauren, your visa officer. I told what happened and she’s contacting school and helping us out. You leave in six hours and returning in a week.” I stood there shell shocked. I didn’t know what to do.

“I love you.” I gushed, running into him and kissing him on the cheek.

“Call Paul and Linda. And your parents. I’ll continue packing.”

The next few hours were rushed. I called Paul and Linda and told what was happening. They were shocked and upset for me. I assured Charlie would be in safe hands with Ethan. I rung my parents and told them too. They were happy that I was coming but overcome with a great sadness obviously. Ethan drove me to the airport. Helped me through check in and walked me to the departure gate. I took his hands in mine and rested my forehead on his chin.

“I can’t thank you enough.” I sighed.

“I wish you told me earlier.” He sighed. I looked up to him and have him an eskimo kiss.

He laughed. He kissed me back.

“I got you something.” I said. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a necklace gain with my favourite ring around it. I put it around it his neck. He picked it up and smiled. I gave one last kiss and departed.

What did I do to deserve him.

[mikeatthecinema]

La La Land (2016)

By Mike Avallone

We’re long past the golden age of musicals in film, and now we simply don’t see high quality ones very often.  Yes, there have been a few since the beginning of the millennium, like  “Moulin Rouge!” (2001), “Dreamgirls” (2006) and my favorite, “Chicago” (2002).  I’m welcoming to any new musicals, but hesitant to believe they will live up to the golden age of musical, where we saw films like “Singin' in the Rain” (1952), “The Sound of Music” (1965) or “Yankee Doodle Dandy” (1942).  Does “La La Land” live up to the magnificent legacy of musicals?  It’s hard to say right off, but they certainly give those classics a run for their money.

The story here isn’t all that complex in its essence.  The film goes between following struggling jazz pianist Sebastian Wilder (Ryan Gosling) and struggling actress Mia Dolan (Emma Stone).  They’re both living in Los Angeles, California just trying to make their dreams come true.  Mia works at a coffee shop where her talents are useless and gets little respect from customers and her boss.  Sebastian plays at a piano bar and later in a terrible 80s cover band, where he is forced to play simple riffs and basic chords, far from the the fiery jazz he feels inside of him.  Both are extraordinarily talented at what they do, but the Hollywood elite and decision makers consistently overlook them.  Their paths eventually cross and their love begins to blossom.  The story has some powerful moments, but it’s still pretty traditional at its heart and mostly serves as a vehicle to get from song to song.  The ups and downs of their relationship are the strongest parts of the story and definitely got me emotional a few times. 

La La Land seems like the type of movie that should’ve been made a dozen times already.  How is it that no one living in Los Angeles made a musical about the struggle to make it in show business?  Maybe I’m not aware of something before this.  But, it seems so obvious, like it should have been right in front of their face, yet this is an original idea.  You can see why the Academy loved this, since they gravitate towards movies about their own environment, like recent Best Picture winners: “Birdman” (2014) and “The Artist” (2011).

Maybe the most noticeable flaw in the movie is that the stars lack singing and dancing skills.  That’s not to say they’re terrible, or even bad, they just can’t compare to other cast members and extras in the film who have clearly been singing and dancing their whole lives.  As far as I know, this is the first time Ryan Gosling or Emma Stone have been in a musical.  Considering that, they did a great job. In fact, Gosling had no prior experience playing piano prior to “La La Land,” and learned just for this film, which is pretty amazing given the demanding complexity of his pieces.  In the end, this flaw is completely forgivable because both stars  make up for it with their charisma and chemistry.

To me, the most amazing part of the movie was Emma Stone’s performance.  I mean, holy shit, she was fuckin’ amazing here.  She rightfully won the Oscar for Best Actress, and took her place as one of the elite performers in Hollywood.  There’s a scene early in the film that has her character auditioning for a role where she is asked to get some bad news over the phone, and I was jaw droppingly amazed.  Her acting is convincing throughout the movie as she shows a wide range of emotions.  You may not expect a musical to be a platform to showcase brilliant acting, but both Stone and Gosling, have some fantastic performances as they go through the roller-coaster of emotions that dating can bring.

The ending sequence was pretty crazy and had me confused for a moment.  I won’t get into specifics, but the more I thought about it, it’s actually a really clever ending and a pretty powerful statement.  You can see why this was acclaimed as an instant classic.  The soundtrack feels tight and fresh, and the cinematography and costume design (which sadly, it didn’t win) are awe inspiring.  And despite tugging on the heart strings all through the film, it actually has a very hopeful feel to it.  I can’t say this is as good as “Chicago” (2002), but still, it has deservingly earned a place as one the best post-golden age musicals.

90/100

[capturedafeelinga]

calling all dreamers. you know the fools who do so?? the crazy types ( as they may seem ) living with their heads in the clouds, dreaming of something more?? LIKE // REBLOG if you are interested in roleplaying with self-appointed head-dreamer herself, mia dolan. she’s got snark, she’s got grace, she’ll hate on jazz right to your face. say so long to boulder city, &. hello to the city of stars. ( just remember to bcc your emails ) ---- F O L L O W .

[userlando]

Sigma Chi Boy (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: It seemed like frat boy Grayson couldn’t get enough of you. And quite frankly, you secretly loved the attention. Word Count: 2,061 Warnings: Drinking, parties, mentions of sex. A/N: Wrote this a while back and just found it in my drafts. Who doesn’t love fratboy!gray, though? :’) Let me know if you liked this and want a part two! (Already written!)

It seemed like he was everywhere. It was secretly pleasing me, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I acted like it was bugging the hell out of me because I’d rather get hit by a bus than give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had any kind of effect on me whatsoever. Simply because he was a frat boy in the Sigma Chi fraternity house, where every guy who lived there was a douche bag. Grayson and I had slept together twice, and at first it was nothing but hate and annoyance radiating through us both. We’d had too much to drink, and it had ended up with both of us in his bed and we were pretty good at ignoring it and pretending like it had never happened. But then we ended up together again and I swore to myself that it would never happen again because even though I had some feeling for Grayson, it would never happen. He was too much of a player and God knows how many girls he’d had in his bed before me. Sure, there was a certain sexual tension between us which I refused to even acknowledge and it had him running after me like a little puppy, craving my attention and I basked in it, because it was fun teasing him. That didn’t mean I liked him though.

And now, as I was stood outside by the pavement rifling through the mail, he traipsed out of his own frat house, yawning loudly. He ignored the small path and chose to walk across the mowed lawn to get to the mailbox, scratching his toned stomach and adjusting himself in his boxers. I shook my head at how shameless he was behaving in public, a little bit annoyed at how good he looked even though he’d clearly rolled right out of bed a few minutes ago. I turned my attention to the envelopes, humming silently while picking out a particular one with my name on it, sticking the rest of them under my armpit. “Did you lose your clock, Dolan? It’s 2p.m.” I couldn’t help saying it, I just had to. I chanced a glance at him only to find him by his own mailbox, grinning like a maniac. Eyes puffy from lack of sleep, peeking at me like he was pleased that I’d acknowledged him. “Someone tired me out last night, so I couldn’t sleep.” He looked at me meaningfully and I couldn’t help but smirk satisfyingly. Last night me and one of my sorority sisters, Mia, had taken our freedom to blast music with my window open, just because his window was facing mine and because I liked being a little shit toward him. I didn’t do it out of spite, because who didn’t like a little bit of Little Mix, full volume at two in the morning? Everyone did. “Too bad.” I said, trying to sound uninterested in the conversation as I ripped open my envelope. I could see him grin from the corner of my eye and it was a bit annoying, so I decided to head back inside. “Are you coming to the party tonight?” He asked and I halted my steps. “What party?” I asked, playing dumb because I knew he was talking about the house party that the Sigma Chi frat boys were arranging. Gray raised his eye brows and I smirked, turning around and walking back inside, fully aware of his eyes fixed on my behind. “Nice ass, sweetheart.” He called after me and I refrained from rolling my eyes, reaching an arm behind me to flip him off without looking back. “I know.” I answered, loudly enough for him to hear, smirking as I heard his laughter.

“You’re so gonna get laid,” Mia giggled, looking me up and down while adjusting her hair so it wouldn’t get in her eyes. I rolled my eyes at her teasing tone and looked down at my crop top that I was wearing, hoping that my blush wouldn’t be too visible. “Are you trying to impress someone?” I looked up sharply, scoffing, “No, I’m dressing up for myself.” Honestly, couldn’t a girl dress up to feel good about herself? Mia hummed like she didn’t believe me and leaned backwards to take a look at my jeans, “Those are the jeans that make your ass look amazing.” I turned, giving her a view of my behind and popped my hip to the side, “Thanks.” I giggled and proceeded to give it a wiggle as I made my way out of the room. I could hear her laugh as she came up behind me and follow me downstairs to the hallway. The music was pounding as we stepped out onto the porch, and the lawn belonging to the Sigma Chi frat house was swarmed with people who had, by the looks of it, already started the drinking. I wasn’t particularly surprised because they were really popular and their parties were legendary. It hadn’t even been 2 minutes before I lost Mia, and I sighed internally before walking across the grass, stepping over a frat boy lying passed out on it. I rolled my eyes, feeling a bit annoyed at how people who clearly couldn’t hold their alcohol just had to go all the way. Parties weren’t really my thing, but I had been forced by Mia to attend and me being in a popular sorority just couldn’t say no. I could always leave whenever I wanted so it wasn’t that bad. I weaved my way through the small crowd that was gathered on the porch, stepping inside and making my way through the kitchen. The kitchen wasn’t as packed as the living room, but there were still some people hovering over the bottles, mixing their poison before proceeding to dance their way across the hallway to the living room where they had set up a makeshift dance floor. I waited for a spot by the drinks to clear so I could get my hands on a Corona and as I went to grab a bottle I felt somebody come up behind me. Hands much larger than mine wrapped around my exposed lower stomach and I jumped, turning around with the bottle in my hand, ready to smash it into the intruders head. I sighed a bit in relief when I spotted Grayson, wearing that annoying, pleased grin, chewing happily on his gum. “You fucking asshole, you scared the hell out of me.” I yelled over the music, swatting his ridiculously muscular arm in an attempt to get him to let go of me.  “You loved it.” He laughed and I glared at him angrily as he let go, peering at my hand where I was still clutching the bottle. “Oh, so you’re going for the weak stuff tonight, huh?” “Weak – ? You’re an ass.” I spit out in disbelief, unscrewing the cork and taking a big swig of the lager. I tried not to grimace at the taste, huffing as I clutched the bottle to my chest. His eyes drifted from my eyes to my lips, down to my chest and legs. “You look nice.” he murmured, nodding appreciatively as he reached up to adjust the cap he was wearing. Which, I had to admit, looked so deliciously good on him. I would never say that out loud though, his head would explode from all the ego. I tried to ignore the way my face got hot at his compliment, opting for craning my neck proudly and huffing, “I know.” Grayson laughed, “So confident and sexy, I love that about you.” For a moment I was at a loss for words, he’d just used the word ‘love’ and ‘you’ in the same sentence and my mind short circuited for a moment. I took a gulp of my drink before setting it down and turning around to mix up something else. “So you changed your mind?” I heard him ask from where he was standing behind me, voice loud enough over the blaring music. I felt myself tense up, trying hard not to shiver as his warm breath hit my exposed shoulder. I picked up my green drink, taking a sip of the sour beverage as I turned to look at the annoying boy in front of me. He was watching me intently, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed from the alcohol. A few strands of hairs were sticking out from underneath his cap at the sides, and I snorted at how ridiculous it looked. “What do you want, Grayson?” I asked, feigning annoyance as I cocked my hip to the side, leaning it against the table nearby. Grayson’s lips stretched into a smile, “Dance with me.” I snorted. “No.” It didn’t come out as forcefully as I wanted it to, and Gray noticed because his eyebrows raised, eyes shining in amusement. Damn it. I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked when Gray’s eyes followed the movement. “You know you want to.” He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes. I made a show of turning around to grab my glass that I had put down, glancing up at him through my eyelashes as I wrapped my lips around the tiny straw to take a sip. He looked at me with some emotion I couldn’t put my finger on and it made me preen, making a show of humming as I swallowed the delicious, sour drink. And then I stepped to the side and walked away, leaving him behind once again. I pushed through the crowd of students that were dancing drunkenly to the heavy beat of some House song, trying to spot Mia somewhere in the crowd. It didn’t take me long to find her in a corner along with three girls from our sorority and two guys from Sigma Chi, one of them being Ethan, Grayson’s twin brother. They were dancing so I decided to join them, laughing when Mia spotted me, her eyes widening as well as her smile. “There you are! C’mere!” She yelled over the music, slurring her words already and I giggled at how much of a lightweight she actually was. She had her hand holding Ethan’s, letting him twirl her around, her laugh loud and carefree cutting through the powerful music. I don’t know how long we were standing at that spot, dancing like there was no tomorrow. But it was long enough for warmth to start seeping through my clothes and for me to feel a little more than buzzed. At some point Grayson had joined us, hands sneaking around my waist and my back against his chiseled torso. When I hadn’t objected to his hands being on me, I could feel him smile against my neck as he placed his chin on my shoulder, fingers stroking against the exposed skin of my sides. “I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he murmured against my neck as I was slowing down from the dancing, feeling tired and dizzy. “Mmm..” Was all I could mumble out as I turned in his arms, trying hard to focus on his face in the dim light of the living room. He looked awfully blurry all of a sudden. “You okay?” he asked, concern flashing in his eyes as he looked me over. I giggled, “Like you care ‘bout tha’, Gra’sson Dolan.” His eyes roamed over my face, brows furrowed as he leaned over to someone behind me. I could hear his voice but I was too far gone to focus on what he was saying and to whom. “Let’s go put you to bed, I think you’re done for tonight.” He said and took my petite hand in his, pulling me along through the crowd gently. I frowned and pulled my hand away, “No, I don’t wanna.” Even though I was influenced, I knew I sounded more childish than I would’ve wanted to. Mainly because Gray turned to look back at me, rolling his eyes like I was being ridiculous. “Babe, come on..” He said with and inaudible sigh. I narrowed my eyes at him, not backing down from our sudden staring contest. And when he looked away for a moment, I took the opportunity to sneak away, giggling as I pushed through the throng of sweaty drunk people.

READ PART 2 HERE.

[youseffsarchive-blog]

i see a wagon, i must jump onto it!

fairwood:

donovan reese --- matthew daddario; douchegang, about to move across country, failing outta school/life

uriah eriksson --- herman tommeraas; nice guy who frequently finishes last, ab*sive father, living with wren

lennon nixon --- hailey baldwin; control freak, president of student affairs

rowan garcia --- camila mendes; lesbihonest, hopeless romantic

ivan gregson --- gregg sulkin; future mlb player, workaholic

duke quinton --- drew roy; jailbird, good boy gone bad

marcella dolan --- cierra ramirez; future brain surgeon,  fears commitment

siobhan jamison --- stefanie scott; cheerleader, she’s engaged and in hs so priorities

samir bishara --- zayn malik; dj, bad boy rep, quiet af, lowkey asshole

wren williams --- brett dalton; artist, painter, the grumpiest man alive

atlas macarthur --- kj apa; rich kid, eternal fuck up, unluckiest

royals:

andres remigio --- grant gustin; RIP, royal duke of portugal

penelope de oliveira --- megan fox; RIP, royal duchess of portugal

dimitri fontaine --- alexander skarsgard; RIP, king of france

audrea adair --- dove cameron; queen of england, tryna fix her mistakes

declan de oliveira --- nicholas hoult; royal duke of portugal, wedlock baby

augustine de oliveira --- brant daugherty; royal duke of portugal, work is life

esmeralda de oliveira --- jessica lowndes; royal duchess of portugal, head in the clouds, literally wtf is wrong with her

diego remigio --- cole sprouse; royal duke of spain, forever travelling, thinks everyone is nuts

rosamaria gaxholli --- eliza taylor; princess of italy, family is nuts, baby mama drama

ignacio gaxholli --- dominic sherwood; king of italy, in love with his sister, nuts

eloise rothschild --- poppy drayton; servant of france, dropped title for love, widow

vladimir fontaine --- lucas till; prince of france, engaged to tiziana

forties:

bobby frederick --- drew van acker; capt of us marines, homebody, highkey asshole, lowkey hero

eugene gray --- dylan o’brien; spy for us government, con-artist

rosemary wade --- amanda seyfried; nanny, do what she want, nuts

jesse gordon --- drew roy; RIP, us army specialist, i killed an angel

southern:

bella alexandre --- vanessa hudgens; southern belle

gregory smithson --- max theiriot; son of the mayor, cowboy

bar:

mia bautista --- cierra ramirez; good girl gone bad, kind of a drunk

ezekiel papadakis --- matthew daddario; bartender, should be a bouncer, angry

misc:

oliver westley --- andrew garfield; journalist, will put him somewhere

miller radcliffe --- joe keery; riverdale, jughead jones

richard linemann --- brett dalton; maid in manhattan, ny senator

adriana de souza --- emeraude toubia; jersey girl, donut shop girl

megan raynor --- madelaine petsch; hollywood, paige townsen

faces (bolded wanna use the mostest):

keith powers

carter jenkins

dianna agron

megan fox 

madelaine petsch (fairwood)

dua lipa

nico tortorella (AM DYING TO USE HIM SO COMETH AT ME)

[rajatarora]

La La Land

Charming. Effervescent. Funny. Retro. Jazzy. Audacious. Eccentric. Bold. Quirky. La La Land is all this, and more.

La La Land is about following your passion. It is about grinding your ass in the day and dreaming of the stars at night. It is about fulfilling your heart's desire. About not giving up. About not quitting. La La Land is about falling in love. And about the perfect harmony between what is, and what could be.

Sebastian Wilder (Ryan Gosling) is passionate about all things Jazz. He doesn't like the fact that Jazz is dying, and wants to save it with is music. Mia Dolan (Emma Stone) is passionate about acting. Ever since she was 8, she has dreamed of starring in a Big Hollywood Musical. She hates Jazz though.

As it happens in the movies... they meet. And together they create MAGIC! La La Land is a musical that is a slap in the face of other musicals. It does a kind of effortless interspersing of reality and fantasy... It's a treat to watch! Each scene is so deeply dipped in grace, that you have absolutely no way of coming out of the trance it creates in your head. It feels as if you can keep watching this masterpiece over and over again. Forget life. Forget the world. La La Land is playing. It doesn't matter.

You know what, I can keep writing about how an absolute delight the film is. But I won't. I will stop now.

Watch the film, and then we will spend hours talking about it. Deal?

[mbp--a]

                                 ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇ ᴄʀᴀsʜᴇᴅ.

           It’s unbelievable how quickly life can spiral out of control. Unfortunately for the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815, it’s equally as unbelievable how quickly a plane can get over a thousand miles off course — and crash land into a mysterious and seemingly deserted island. Bodies strewn among the wreckage serve as a reminder to how lucky the remaining passengers are. Though perhaps lucky isn’t the word.

            Help is right around the corner, and in the event it isn’t… You better get comfy. While beautiful, the island offers it’s own dark past — rich with sinister secrets and purpose. Whether you you side with faith or science, you will be tested.

                                 ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ.

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